Hindsight Chapter 5
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Trowa lay huddled on the ground for a moment, unable to move. His entire body blazed with fiery
pains. Slowly he began to remember what had happened. The blast through me back, he though to
himself, where's Relena!? The explosion had been quick but powerful, and he could even now hear
pieces of wing zero and Heavyarms fall to the ground. Although he ached all over, he forced
himself to rise. He had to know…
His eyes focused on Heero. The Japanese pilot knelt where Relena had been standing when the
explosion took place. Trowa struggled to find words, but there was nothing to say. So he simply
placed his hand on Heero's shoulder, if only to let him know he was there.
Heero spoke without looking up "My entire life was mission after mission. And I never took the
time to even say how I felt"
"Heero"
"Relena" Heero murmured before he began to cry, his shoulder shaking. For the first time in his
life, Heero cried openly. He cried the tears of a man who had lost everything he had, and
everything he was in an instant. Trowa stood powerless to help in anyway.
Heero sobbed openly for a few minutes before he spoke again in a solemn voice. "Trowa, please
bring me my gun"
"Sure" Trowa nodded before realizing what Heero meant. "No Heero, don't do this"
"Trowa" Heero said again, looking at his friend with tearstained eyes, his face a tragic mask of
pleading. In all his life this was the closest Heero ever came to outright begging. "please get me
my gun"
Trowa nodded solemnly and walked a few feet away, to where Heero's gun had landed. Kicking
away a small scrap of debris, he retrieved the weapon. He returned and handed the gun, handle
first, in the manner that a solider deserved.
"please, leave me" Heero urged, looking away again.
"Heero" Trowa spoke softly and kindly. "You are a fine leader, and an even better friend. That is
how I and the world will remember you"
Although he could not see his face, Trowa knew that Heero was smiling.
Then Trowa turned and left quickly. He headed into the dense forest, shutting his eyes. Not
wanting to see until he was surrounded by fertile life. He wanted to leave the charred battlefield,
and it's remains of dreams and tears. He wanted to return to the Sanc kingdom and to tell his
friends of what had happened here.
But most of all. Trowa just didn't want to hear that last shot.
The End
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Trowa lay huddled on the ground for a moment, unable to move. His entire body blazed with fiery
pains. Slowly he began to remember what had happened. The blast through me back, he though to
himself, where's Relena!? The explosion had been quick but powerful, and he could even now hear
pieces of wing zero and Heavyarms fall to the ground. Although he ached all over, he forced
himself to rise. He had to know…
His eyes focused on Heero. The Japanese pilot knelt where Relena had been standing when the
explosion took place. Trowa struggled to find words, but there was nothing to say. So he simply
placed his hand on Heero's shoulder, if only to let him know he was there.
Heero spoke without looking up "My entire life was mission after mission. And I never took the
time to even say how I felt"
"Heero"
"Relena" Heero murmured before he began to cry, his shoulder shaking. For the first time in his
life, Heero cried openly. He cried the tears of a man who had lost everything he had, and
everything he was in an instant. Trowa stood powerless to help in anyway.
Heero sobbed openly for a few minutes before he spoke again in a solemn voice. "Trowa, please
bring me my gun"
"Sure" Trowa nodded before realizing what Heero meant. "No Heero, don't do this"
"Trowa" Heero said again, looking at his friend with tearstained eyes, his face a tragic mask of
pleading. In all his life this was the closest Heero ever came to outright begging. "please get me
my gun"
Trowa nodded solemnly and walked a few feet away, to where Heero's gun had landed. Kicking
away a small scrap of debris, he retrieved the weapon. He returned and handed the gun, handle
first, in the manner that a solider deserved.
"please, leave me" Heero urged, looking away again.
"Heero" Trowa spoke softly and kindly. "You are a fine leader, and an even better friend. That is
how I and the world will remember you"
Although he could not see his face, Trowa knew that Heero was smiling.
Then Trowa turned and left quickly. He headed into the dense forest, shutting his eyes. Not
wanting to see until he was surrounded by fertile life. He wanted to leave the charred battlefield,
and it's remains of dreams and tears. He wanted to return to the Sanc kingdom and to tell his
friends of what had happened here.
But most of all. Trowa just didn't want to hear that last shot.
The End